I am so sorry for the long update! I have been so busy lately and haven't been able to write very quickly. Hopefully I will have the next chapter out soon for you all. Thank you so much for all of your patience. Though...it's not like you really have a choice...D:

*Edit 17/05/2014

I'm treating myself to the first one or (possibly) two chapter(s) of a new story. I've been working on Handmaiden for a year, and while it will DEFINITELY remain my priority, I do have another strong idea that wants to be written. The synopsis is below, but the first chapter could take a while. I don't know when I'll put it down on paper. There are still details that I need to sort out.

The Lotus and the Loon - Romance/Fantasy - Rated M

Quiet, apathetic Eden is trained as a Loon. She's the lurker, the lookout, the one who watches from the shadows and learns. Aid and evade is all she knows. Her partner, Roselle, is the Lotus and the temptress. Her job is to seduce the king. Too bad that once the king starts chasing the Loon, Eden's role in their high-stakes mission goes from a gamble... to just plain scrambled.

Greetings all, I am new to Fictionpress though not to Fanfiction. My username over there is different however, and I'm not going to mention it either since it is my intention from this point on to keep my stories separated. I want to move on from Fanfiction and plunge into the new but slightly scary world of my own originality. I've tried to convince my friends to do this with me but for the most part they are satisfied with writing fanfiction. I feel this step I have taken alone will someday drop me on the doorstep of a publisher and that - whats more - the door will open for me. It is my dream to be published someday.

A little About Me...

I will not provide my real name on the site, but when I was young I was known as C.C. from my twin sister since she couldn't pronounce my name right. My dad called me Skippy since that was my primary method of travel. However to my entire family I was known as 'Troll' (No this isn't because I am ugly and have numerous warts and have a hunched back and pick at my own hair follicles when I am bored) it was simply because I preferred the solitude of the unfinished basement at my old home and of course - the dark.

Down those wooden steps I sat huddled in my own world with those chewed up barbie dolls scattered from the baskets containing all the toys my sister and I owned behind me. No I didn't chew them. My dog did. Anyway, yes I played with those toys from time to time but for the most part what kept me contained in those dark depths was the TV. I didn't watch much on that TV either besides those precious minutes of pokemon and digimon after school, where I kept close the part of me that wanted to be a part of those fantasy worlds - so much so that I'd cry if they weren't on at the precise time every day, but I digress. For the most part what I watched on that TV were my actions. Your actions? You must be wondering, and I reply with a digital nod. My actions on the screen. Videogames. I was OBSESSED.

Who could afford to not be obsessed with Link's well-being while catching those funny but at times aggressive cuckoos? Or Mario's quest to save his useful girlfriend Peach? Or letting those ducks get away in Duck Hunt? I was hooked on every single one of these amazing games from start to finish. This obsession carried on until I was much older. What does any of this have to do with Fictionpress? You might have been thinking, or just had the thought as I've planted it into your head now. Well I will tell you.

As I traveled through numerous games, games of utmost importance and impact on my life I figured somewhere along the line that I should invest myself in this industry - the video game industry that is. What more could there be to it than that? I love games. I love how they draw you in, I love how they taught me how to read and the consequences of choice without thought. I love trying to piece problems together and when solutions are torn apart in front of you and yet you must continue. You must get up and fight. They showed me true heroism and role models better than the world ever did. They gave me something to stand for and strangely enough for a little girl who had few friends at the time and said little - they gave me purpose. A pleasant - though dazed- walk home from school.

So when I started my first year of Game Development in College, I had little doubt that that's where I belonged. I loved the program when I started even though the staff often took days off without warning and forgot that they assigned something to be due in three weeks and demanded the same assignment merely a week later. Indeed I liked the program where everyone liked the same things I did, and didn't mind my quietness or my creativity. I even fell in love with a brave boy with red-gold hair that sat on the other side of the room but didn't seem to understand one bit the necessity of flirting (anyway, he's my boyfriend now). However, it was about halfway in that I realized something was missing that I wanted dearly.

Where was the story telling class? There wasn't one.

Once the initial thrill of College wore off this fact began to wear on me and wear on me until my modelling, animation and rendering classes all seemed to blur into one big roll of what-the-heck-am-I-doing-this-for? I didn't want to build models, slap on textures or make grass sway correctly (Okay, admittedly I came to like Animation after a time). I wanted build relationships, journeys, and betrayals. I wanted to make things that touched people directly, that touched ME directly. I specifically remember a moment in my Pre-Production class (which is a class for art for games, the class that was my favorite) I brought my art up to the teacher to inspect and he praised it, but when I asked him if we were ever going to write for games he politely told me no. Then proceeded to kindly tell me that if that's what I wanted to do then I was probably in the wrong program.

And so it was. I didn't return to Game Development the next year because I had discovered something that I had not known to be true. What I had been looking for all along was an excuse to write as a method of creation. This is where I falter even more though, because even though I knew I could write I always get stuck in my own head. I'm sure everyone who reads this can relate. Its so much easier to write in your own head than on paper. My fingers are slow, and a lot of the time my mind is foggy and I am tired but we do no justice to ourselves or to that idea in our mind that we've had growing since we were as young as we can remember. They deserve to be written.

I've always had a soft spot for Dragons. Romance. Bonds. Majestic landscapes. Turning of Tides. Friends that yell. Staring people down. Protecting ones you love at all and any cost. Realization and then...humbleness. Hero's that learn to control their temper. Rebellion.

Since grade nine I've written fanfiction and it has grown into a part of me. I've been criticized and molded but surprisingly the most that has been given to me is praise. When I started receiving this early on I eyed it with skepticism and suspicion. They're just being nice, I would think with a shrug but the reviews still climbed until somehow I started to believe that my writing could be worth something. That I could be worth something. My face would flush and burn when I would see critiques but my heart and face muscles would lift when I brought tears or happiness and it is then that I understood that there was no other place that I could belong.

I belong in my mind, and I want to belong in yours too.

Below is the seed of who I am. A story of an angry and rebellious black dragon, and a girl who must learn how to be brave. Please give me your support and your opinion, good and bad. I want dearly to see this published someday. Please help me there.

Oh, and the name XAbsoluteZeroX came from a Yugioh card my boyfriend bought. I fell in love with the card and the name and I'm not really sure why. I love the way the two words lock together, and what they represent to me. If anything is absolute, surely it is nothingness. But in this case...the card is implying that it's really fucking cold. LOL.

Some other useless information about me...

Favorite Movie - Avatar - Yes I am aware that people think it's Pocahontas all over again, but what can I say...I really don't give a damn. Pocahontas never came close to giving me shivers while when I walked out of the movie theater after Avatar I didn't even want to go home. I wanted to literally sneak back in and watch it again. I remember distinctly this almost...disappointed feeling with my mundane life after seeing it. So after making me feel all that, it deserves some respect in my opinion. Say what you will.

Favorite Game - Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask - Such a beautiful but dark game. I don't believe it gets enough love. Unfortunately Nintendo decided it wasn't worth the HD treatment and skipped right from Ocarina of time to Wind Waker. Sigh.

Favorite colour - orange

Hobbies - Writing and reading, mostly. I also love video games...a little too much. I'm waiting for Blade and Soul to be released in Canada. Music. Some animes, though I've realized I'm becoming a lot pickier as I grow older. Going to the movies. My boyfriend is a critic, and unfortunately I think he's turning me into one too, lol. I'm usually pretty harsh on movies. I notice a lot of acting flaws and bad dialogue, though I try to be fair to the actors. Sometimes the script is just awful and people will go 'The acting was bad' but a lot of the time the actors really probably just don't have a lot to work with. Twilight is a good example of this. Watch the movies and pay attention to how much Bella and Edward actually talk to each other (especially in the later movies) and you'll see why the acting is so strained -- the dialogue is just poor. I almost feel bad for the actors. Then go watch Robert Pattinson in Water for Elephants, and be amazed, hehe.

Small things about me...

I like dogs. Whippets are my favorite. I'd like to get one soon. I figure it'll be sort of a necessary, odd test to see if I can actually take care of a child lol...

I work in the Oshawa Center at a place called Druxy's. Compared to my previous job, this job is a miracle. I have a set schedule (FINALLY), 8:30 - 3, Monday to Friday, and I'm always busy so time literally flies by every single day. Seriously, nothing against part-time work/scheduling but at Five Guys it was absolute HELL. They may as well have wrote my schedule like this '7am - ?' because even though it might have said I was done at 4, everyone knew there was no such thing as an end time. You stayed until they said you could go, and oftentimes it would be worded something like this 'Oh, could you punch out and hang around for a bit in case it gets busy?' or 'Could you prep tomatoes, pickles, hotdogs and lettuce before you go? Make sure to punch out though, we can't afford the labor cost.' And, if by any chance you said no, YOU were the enemy. They looked at YOU like YOU were committing a crime, and letting the team down, and the sad part is --you believed it. I went through that bullshit for so long: Not being able to make plans after work because I never actually left work on time, never making plans on my few days off because I knew I was going to be called in, working for free, staying till 2am when I punched out at 11pm. Oh god, I could go on and on about what happened to me there.

Edit - This is old news now. I work at Five Guys Burgers and Fries. They're popping up everywhere. It's a good job, I like it. The staff is great and kind and fun but I don't think I was ever meant to work in the food industry. I just don't care that much about making food, no matter the quality really. I guess it's fine because I'm a cashier but being a cashier for a year and having to answer the same damn questions to EVERY. PERSON. THAT. COMES. IN. THE. DOOR literally is making me feel like I want to claw my eyes out right about now. Seriously, not only can I tell the moment someone walks in the door if they've been to our location or not, but I know the first two questions that are going to come out of their mouth. They are...

'What's the difference between a regular hamburger and a little hamburger?' -- I wish I could just cut people off right at 'What' but I can't so I let them finish. In case no one knows, the difference is that regular hamburgers at Five Guys have two patties and the little's have one. So if you end up going there one day, don't ask the cashier...I promise she'll mentally thank you for it lol.

The second question is 'Do you have combo's he--NO. WE DON'T. ARE YOU READY TO ORDER NOW? Lmao.

As much as I like my job, working there actually makes my pet peeves known to me. I'm usually a really passive person. I find it hard to have an opinion on things. Especially when someone asks me something like 'What do you want to eat for dinner?' or 'Do you want to do something next Tuesday?' I find it REALLY hard to answer because I live so in the moment. That doesn't even mean that I party or drink or anything crazy...it's just...how am I supposed to know what I'm going to want to eat at dinner when it's still morning, or do on Tuesday when it's still the weekend?! How!? It's like someone asking you if you want some orange juice when you're already drinking a coke. You try to consider what the orange juice might taste like, but you can't because you're drinking COKE.

Seriously the other day my step dad kept asking me where he should park so I could get out and get on the bus to transit to my college. I don't know if he was purposely trying to irk me but WHY DOES IT MATTER? I asked him why he was making it so hard. Just stop the damn car--the bus is like 30 meters away-- just stop and I'll get out! Or don't stop and I'll do a barrel roll. Don't matter to me.

Anyway, there are traits I know that I possess and there are traits that I know I don't. This is where my pet peeves come in. For example...

I'm a really hard worker. I work, work, work. That's what they're paying me to do, so I do it. I get there earlier than anyone, I punch in first and I crank out nearly all of that day's meat patties by myself. I'm the fastest. I know I can do it and I never complain. That being said, the next girl will come in two hours later than I do and they'll send her home BEFORE ME. That -- right there -- pisses me off.

When I confronted the manager (we can sort of do it in a non-formal way at my work, like buddies almost so don't be alarmed) he told me A) That she hated cleaning the lobby and B) That I was better at it. So he sent her home to cut labor costs instead of me. I honestly just stared at him with big, wide, dazed eyes.

A) I've been doing lobby AND cash for a YEAR. She's been there as long as me and SHE is complaining that she doesn't like it when SHE gets to work the other stations whenever she likes? No. That's wrong. I hate it at this point too, much more than she does, but I don't make a fuss or just straight up NOT DO IT. I suck it up and WORK.

B) I'm better at it because I DON'T COMPLAIN. And if I AM better at it, then they need to take another look at the team and consider who is strong and who is weak. You don't reward your hardest working horses with MORE WORK that day. I understand how employers might consider giving the hardest working people more hours, and how that could be considered a reward but it's the worst slap in the face for me. I work hard, I raise my hand for morning shifts so that I CAN leave early and consistently I am held back while other people get to go home before me, when they punched in after. That's not right. It's not fair. Do you know what that makes me want to do?

SLACK. Hey, I get paid the same amount AND I get to go home early. Win. Unfortunately another trait I possess is that I am disgusted by the idea of letting someone down...*facepalm*

Fair - As in flexible. My opinions are not set in stone usually, and I don't bother arguing with other people about their opinions, not because I don't care but because I feel people are free to think whatever they want. I would say the only exception to this is when people are unfairly judged in my eyes. I think I am a good judge of character, possibly BECAUSE I'm so unbiased. I give people the benefit the doubt even after first impressions, so when I've finally grasped who someone IS as a whole, when I hear someone else who challenges that so obviously then yes, it bothers me. Because it's like they're challenging one of the only things I'm good at -- and that's SEEING people. REALLY seeing them.

Kind -- This is a no-brainer. I'm kind. Too kind. I can't bare to watch other people be or feel uncomfortable. I put myself into so many other shoes that it's like I can't escape what others might be feeling anymore. It's integrated into me. If I don't like the way a conversation is going because I know it's going to make someone upset or uncomfortable, I'll subconsciously change it to avoid that topic. It feel subconscious to me at least, but other people have told me that it's fairly obvious when I do it in a conversation. People walk all over me sometimes. It's like my annoyances at work. They probably do it BECAUSE I usually say nothing, I usually just take it and suffer in silence. Even when something goes wrong and the manager doesn't know who did it and neither do I, if he addresses me I'll just say 'Okay, won't happen again' but other people will say 'It wasn't me' and I wonder sometimes if I should be say that too just to cover my ass.

Now bad traits...(this should be fun)...

I don't know if everyone is aware of their own bad traits, but I am aware of mine.

Nervous - I have to fake being calm a lot of the time. I analyze so much that I don't even know what it's like to be relaxed around other people anymore. Unless of course, it's like how I am now, online. When people ask me to do new things, I pull back, I'm afraid. I don't want to fail or look like an idiot so I avoid doing things all together. I never used to be like that when I was younger. When I look back I see someone who just wanted to play with toys, managed to be herself even though she was quiet and didn't really care about being alone either.

Indifference - This is a bad one, and perhaps the one that scares me most of all. I don't care. About a lot of things. In fact, what I'm doing right now is probably the one thing I care about most in the world -- writing. Indifference also ties in with the statement above, about growing out of who I was and into this new person. As I grew up, somewhere along the line I stopped caring about dates, birthdays, material possessions. I realized that there was nothing that my parents could take away from me that would truly hurt me (That is, if I ever got into trouble...which I never did...) They could take away my PS2, my phone, my computer, my bed, my room, TV, books...it was all just STUFF that could be replaced. Just about the only thing that they could do was take away my friends. I have a select group that I've been a part of since highschool and I haven't really gained or lost any since then. Oh, besides my boyfriend. Admittedly I couldn't live without him. Perhaps the reason our relationship works is because he's got enough opinions for the both of us, haha. He makes me actually consider things.

Anyway, at work, indifference is a curse and a blessing. My indifference has gotten to the point of making me lose focus on what I'm doing unless they are simple tasks. When I work on a really stressful station where there is a lot of reading of food tickets, or trying to make sure the toppings are right while my managers are waiting to take the food out to customers -- I lose control. It's like I can't focus my eyes, I can't read what's in front of me. I have trouble counting or explaining things out loud. I can't even really explain why this happens, I suppose it's because even though I work/try really hard, I'm not passionate enough about what I'm doing and it's like my mind almost wants to avoid focusing. I can't understand in that moment why my managers are so stressed out. It's just FOOD. Strange I know. I'm not even sure that's a good enough theory as to why it happens but it's certainly annoying.

Imagination - I'm stuck in my head...ALL OF THE TIME. I can't escape. I'm endlessly weaving stories or ideas or dialogue together. It controls most of my time and most of my focus. It's why I'm nervous around other people, because I don't live in the real world -- not really. It's why I'm indifferent, because I'm just waiting to finish answering the 1000th annoying question so I can get back to my imagination. It really is a curse -- until I do something with it, which is where Handmaiden has come from. It's basically an idea that has developed that had to be written. I have to do something tangible with my imagination or I don't think I'll make it in this world. But do you know how happy I would be if I saw it published? I could die the day after and be content with my life.

Something interesting about me -- My dreams.

My dreams are either incredibly frustrating or completely euphoric. They fluctuate between two different scenerios. In both, I know that I am dreaming. I ALWAYS know --or at least figure out within a few seconds -- whether or not I am dreaming. I think that's called lucid dreaming. I didn't know until recently that people go to great lengths to experience this phenomenon. I wish I had some advice for those people, but I don't do meditation or anything like that. I like to think I just have a good amount of control over my subconscious.

1) I dream that I am waking up, except I just wake up into another dream. For example, I will be trying to wake up for one reason or another and instead of actually waking up, my dream will try to TRICK me into thinking I have woken up by having my 'dream-self' wake up in my room, and in my bed. I then have to make sure I've actually woken up by exploring the dream for a few seconds. For example, I always check my hands. In dreams, it's actually uncommon to have five fingers, so if I look down and see that I don't have five fingers...well that's a dead giveaway. If I realize I haven't woken up, I will try to wake up again. When I say 'try to wake up' I mean that I try to open my eyes -- my REAL eyes. I used to be a pro at this when I was younger, I could wake up immediately from anything I was scared of, or wanted to avoid. Now however, it seems I've lost my talent because my brain had just seemingly caught on and is content to just keep me locked in my own head for the remainder of the night. It's incredibly frustrating.

2) I am gifted with dreams of flying, and the amazing thing is that these dreams plague me quite often. Sometimes I levitate, sometimes I have wings, sometimes I simply soar, but whichever the method they are always enjoyable and I feel truly blessed. These are dreams I fight to stay in. I think perhaps these dreams come to be because I often think of the mechanics of flying, and how it might feel and work. In Handmaiden, my story, every time I write about dragon flight, I imagine to the best of my ability how the wind might feel while lifting the dragon, or how much height he or she might get--how much speed.

I can actually relate quite a lot to the movie Inception, when they say 'accept that you are in a dream'. When I realize I am in a dream as I often do, I don't feel startled anymore. If I'm not aiming to wake up, I feel almost free. I know I'm dreaming. Nothing can hurt me. I can do anything. See anyone. Go anywhere. Be anything. It really is something.

My Pinterest page here -

1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?

My favorite scar is a long, white-pink gash on my leg that I got from playing manhunt at my friend's house. I was running through the woods at night (being chased so I was hoofing it) and I hit a jagged piece of metal sticking up from the ground. This was in the middle of a forest and I just HAPPENED to hit it. Bad luck, but it's a cool scar.

2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?

All my fan art from Anime North.

3. DO YOU SNORE, GRIND YOUR TEETH, OR TALK IN YOUR SLEEP?

I don't do any of that, and I know I don't because those few times I HAVE tried to talk in my sleep I can feel it through my dream and the vibration in my throat from the words literally wakes me up. My boyfriend gnashes his teeth though, pretty hard too. Sometimes I worry.

4. WHAT TYPE OF MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO?

I honestly like pop. Anything with very emotional lyrics too. Honestly, anything that sparks inspiration. That could be the feeling of a song, or a lyric, or simply a word.

5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?

7:00 PM

6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?

Finish my book, Handmaiden.

7. WHO/WHAT DO YOU MISS?

My best friend who lives in Ottawa :(

8. WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION(S)?

I don't really get attached to material stuff...I guess it would be my laptop. It's got my writing on it. Also my boyfriend bought it for me so it's special.

9. HOW TALL ARE YOU?

5'3

10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?

If my arms are trapped.

11. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?

I used to. I don't anymore, and it's actually funny how that came around. I used to be somewhat religious. I believed in God, in spirits, ghosts etc. The thought of those is what scared me at night. Then I watched this documentary called Zeitgeist (not sure if it's spelled right) that basically disproved religion, and the facts were so sound and sensible that from that moment on I stopped believing in any religion -- which meant that I also stopped believing in ghosts, basically. This may sound weird, but I'm actually a happier person for it.

12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?

My sister. She's not the same as she used to be.

13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PERFUME FOR A GIRL?

...They all smell the same. I smelled one that was of Lilacs once, and that one was AMAZING.

14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?

I don't have a preference. My first two boyfriends had dark hair/eyes and my boyfriend now has like, bronze hair and blue eyes.

15. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF BEING PROPOSED TO?

This is a weird question that I have no idea how anyone answers. Chances are that unless you TELL your significant other where you want to be proposed to, there's no way to answer this. O_o And what if you haven't even met the person yet? Then how do you answer it? I don't get it.

16. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINK?

Yuck.

17. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING?

Pepperoni.

18. IF YOU CAN EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

Smartfood Popcorn.

19. WHAT WAS THE FIRST MEANINGFUL GIFT YOU'VE EVER RECEIVED?

The first meaningful gift? I have no idea. The MOST meaningful? A key to my boyfriend's house.

20. DO YOU LIKE ANYBODY?

My...boyfriend...?

21. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?

I don't think so.

22. FAVORITE CLOTHING BRAND?

Don't really care...O_o;

23. DO YOU HAVE A PET RIGHT NOW?

Yes! A puppy named Charlie.

24. WHAT KIND IS IT?

He's a Pomeranian and he's da bomb!

25. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?

I'm not sure you can help falling in love.

26. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU?

Stick up for them. Also, tell the the truth--always.

27. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED:

8

28. BLONDS OR BRUNETTES?

Brunettes I guess, but, I'M brunette so I guess I'm biased.

29. WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL MOST OFTEN?

My boyfriend's

30. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST?

People who cut you off when you're talking. I don't even talk that much so it's extra annoying that when I do try to speak, certain people will butt in. Hate that.

31. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF THE USA?

Well...I live in Canada so yes, I've left the USA when coming home lol.

32. YOUR WEAKNESSES?

I'm selfish with my time. I'll only give it to those who have managed to get close to me. That's not an easy thing to do.

33. MET ANYONE FAMOUS?

Actually, I don't think I have. I've SEEN someone famous from a crowd at a concert. I don't think that counts.

34. FIRST JOB?

Worked at a fruit market.

35. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?

Haha! Yes!

36. HAVE YOU EVER HAD SURGERY?

No, but almost. On my knee.

37.WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE FILLING THIS OUT?

Reading a book called Creativity Inc.

38. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?

My writing, LOL!

39. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES?

Yes.

40. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?

I never know what to say. I can't think of things on the spot.

41. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?

I'm not sure I want kids. I'm scared I won't love it.

42. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?

Nope.

43. DO YOU WISH ON STARS?

No.

44. WHAT KIND OF SHAMPOO DO YOU USE?

I don't stick with a specific kind. I'll just buy whatever smells good and is on sale.

45. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?

OMG WHY DID YOU HAVE TO ASK THIS? *Hides handwriting* NO DON'T LOOK IT'S HIDEOUS!

46. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?

German Salami.

47. ANY BAD HABITS?

I only drink half of all the pop cans I take, lol. I also chew the inside of my lips.

48. WHAT CD ARE YOU MOST EMBARRASSED TO HAVE ON YOUR SHELF?

I don't have any CDs with me...I don't even have a shelf. Lol.

49. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?

Wouldn't you be kinda dissing yourself if you said no?

50. DO LOOKS MATTER?

Sometimes. A person has to look like they take care of themselves, that's all.

51. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?

I talk to my boyfriend/friends about it.

52. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME?

I live on my own with my three roommates, so probably my actual house where my family is would be my second home.

53. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?

This beanbag pony that my dad bought me from the fleemarket. My grandpa put the bag he was in on top of the car though, and drove away. Never saw it again.

54. HOW MANY NUMBERS ARE IN YOUR CELL PHONE?

Er...I don't know. Maybe 40-50?

55. WERE YOU A FAN OF BARNEY AS A KID?

I see myself in old videos watching it, but I don't remember actually ever liking it.

56. DO YOU USE SARCASM?

Actually not really.

57. MASHED POTATOES OR MACARONI AND CHEESE?

Mashed potatoes!

58. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?

Sincerity.

59. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?

Troll and C.C

60. WHATS YOUR FAVORITE BAND/SINGER?

Don't have a favorite. I'll listen to all the stuff on the radio, glee, youtube stars...*shrugs*

61. WHATS YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW?

Game of Thrones. By far. After that, probably Dr. Phil and Dragons Den/Shark Tank.

62. WHAT WAS YOUR ACT SAT SCORE?

I have no idea.

63. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?

Peanut butter chocolate.

64. DO YOU HAVE ALL YOUR FINGERS AND TOES?

Yep, I do indeed.

65. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WORKED OUT?

HAH! Well actually...my job was very labor intensive. So I'm in decent shape. I never actually go to the gym or anything though.

66. DID YOU NOTICE THAT THERE WAS NO #64?

Actually, someone must have corrected that because there is one now. Lol.

67. WHATS THE FASTEST YOU HAVE GONE IN A CAR?

I dunno, 130?

68. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?

They're pretty insightful, so sure. :3

69. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?

Well, my roommates dog gets all excited when he comes home and runs laps and every time she passes my dog he barks. So yeah, chaos, basically.

70. LAST THING YOU DRANK?

Coca-Cola!

71. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?

My boyfriend, last night.

72. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE/SAME SEX?

Sincerity for both. The way they talk to other people, if they make eye contact.

73. FAVORITE THOUGHT PROVOKING SONG?

I really like Warrior by Beth Crowley. Check her out on Youtube.

74. FAVORITE THING TO HATE?

Favorite thing to hate? That sounds like a lot of work.

75. FAVORITE MONTH OF THE YEAR?

July.

76. FAVORITE ZODIAC SIGN?

Aquarius

77. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR?

Dark brown.

78. EYE COLOR?

Hazel

79. FAVORITE FAST FOOD RESTAURANT?

McDonalds

80. YOU LIKE SUSHI?

LOVE IT. Salmon sushi especially. The raw pieces on rice xD

81. LAST THING YOU WATCHED?

Game of Thrones.

82. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR?

Christmas, I suppose.

83. PLAY ANY MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS?

I wish, that would be so cool!

84. REPUBLICAN OR DEMOCRAT?

shrugs*

85. KISSES OR HUGS?

Hugs.

86. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?

Anyone who picks one night stands has obviously never been in a healthy relationship before. There is nothing better than always having someone to be there for you, talk to you, support you in every possible aspect of your life.

87. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT

Socks and underwear.

88. WHAT KIND OF CAR DO YOU HAVE?

2010 Mazda 3.

89. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?

Creativity Inc.

90. DESCRIBE YOUR LOVE LIFE:

Happy and easy.

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